I was listening to a man’s testimony this afternoon, on the Christian radio, and though I didn’t know his name his words were very absorbing.  He started to talk about his wife – that she was his anchor, the rock in his world.  I have heard this said of wives before but he went on to say what this actually looked like to him. 

When the world was spinning, she was not; when the world was falling apart, she was not.  This is the type of wife I want to be.